Summer’s Last

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Intrepid petunia, November gray

A ray of life on an autumn day

Stands lonely in planter on a porch

The seasons of gold’s solemn torch

On canvas of gray grows shadow of white

Sunbeams focus ‘til called by night

Her lasting beauty the sun is drawn

Through lonely nights to kiss at dawn

Yet soon to be tucked in bed of snow

A winter slumber awaiting springs glow

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-Cherry on Top Sundries Shoppe

Every Sunday me and my Pop

Take a walk to the old sundries shop

Winter’s in boots and summer flip-flops

Anytime to the Cherry on Top

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It’s not just a store, it’s so much more

A magic box filled with sundries galore

It’s everyone’s first and their last stop

All the time at the Cherry on Top

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Welcoming doors always polished bright

Welcoming all to their sundries delight

Every week is a brand new crop

Any time at the Cherry on Top

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A place with things too many to list

Lipsticks for lips that want to be kissed

There are bouncing balls and bats that bop

All the time at the Cherry on Top

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Combs and brushes for hair and teeth

Halloween treats and Holiday wreaths

Baskets for bunnies with ears that flop

Any time at the Cherry on Top

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Row after row of this’s and that’s

There are racks for jackets, hooks for hats

Handles for brooms and buckets for mops

All the time at the Cherry on Top

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There’s cases packed with trinkets so bright

Batteries stacked for flashlights at night

They’ve got cards to send and cards to swap

Any time at the Cherry on Top

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Way at the back, there’s medicines there

Carefully mixed by people who care

They carefully measure, count and chop

All the time at the Cherry on Top

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Then the place – my favorite of all

It’s the lunch-counter, where I sit tall

Serving pie with whipped cream and gumdrops

Any time at the Cherry on Top

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They’ve cakes, cookies, turkey and roasts

My dad always gets; juice, eggs and toast

Sunday’s best at the old sundries Shoppe

I get my sundae, cherry on top

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The End

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Sea Pro

The sun’s beau

The winds foe

Decks glow

All to show

Raisins to sow

Tides to know

Men to grow

Neat hair bow

Tall tales flow

Never eats crow

No one’s schmoe

Mighty as a whales blow

A Skipper’s Joe

Gifts to bestow

Above and below

Much to owe

Life’s to stow

Lines to toe

Oceans to row

Be ready to go

Never say no

When a Bosun says so

Follow the ole Sea Pro

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